A Poem of Introduction
“The First, Last, and Beginning” by FJDay
My name is Faithe,
But I like FJ,
Named for my grandmother, Darlene Faithe Day
My feet have walked across four states,
So many miles
to find my best fate
My hands have held a bowl of sand,
To feel time slipping
a sieve for my plans
My stomach has borne the worst of it all,
A tangled mess
Of sharp, anxious balls
My thighs have clenched and never released,
Years of tension
and nights without sleep
My skin has worn the scars of the past,
A map of my memories
For this, too, shall pass
My fingers have fed no more than myself,
Cause I’d hardly remember
To feed someone else
My shoulders have carried the weight of the world,
Apollo has nothing
on this not-quite girl
My neck has enticed the birds and the bees,
Like bark or sweet nectar
that come from a tree
My back needs no harness, no binding, no beams,
It bridges the gaps
and bends with no seams
My lips speak no words for multiple days,
My writing says all
I still need to say
My eyes have seen people and places and things,
But soon, I will see
invisible beings
My mind demands more attention than most,
It bickers and brays
like an unruly goat
My last name is Day, like morning, not night,
It follows from darkness
She persists out of spite
